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In the midst of great joy, do not promise anyone anything. In the midst of great anger, do not answer read more
In the midst of great joy, do not promise anyone anything. In the midst of great anger, do not answer anyone 's letter.
The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is read more
The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable.
Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
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Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
That is light grieving!
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Great, good, and just, could I but rate
My grief with thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep read more
Great, good, and just, could I but rate
My grief with thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep the world in such a strain
As it should deluge once again;
But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies
More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes,
I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds
And write thy epitaph in blood and wounds.
All human joys are swift of wing,
For heaven doth so allot it;
That when you get read more
All human joys are swift of wing,
For heaven doth so allot it;
That when you get an easy thing,
You find you haven't got it.
One of the sanest, surest, and most generous joys of life comes from being happy over the good fortune of read more
One of the sanest, surest, and most generous joys of life comes from being happy over the good fortune of others.
Great grief does not of itself put an end itself.
[Lat., Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor.]
Great grief does not of itself put an end itself.
[Lat., Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor.]
How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone;
But those which soonest read more
How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone;
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong;
Like angel's visits short and bright,
Mortality's too weak to bear them long.